Where was the spontaneous sex crazed slut I married? Chris couldn't remember the last time Amy had put out. All this dressing up and going to bars and clubs was just a cruel tease. She looked so damn fuckable in her tight dresses, she'd flirt and grind up on him on the dance floor. When they'd get home, she'd be too tired and just go to bed, leaving him with the worst case of blue balls. It happened Every. Single. Time.
But tonight, that slut is back. His sweet loving wife is about to do filthy, unspeakable things right here in a crowded bar. She'll suck and fuck like the whore she is. Just not with him. If he's lucky, maybe he'll get to watch...
